God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen, Le, Ghost King Bloodmoon, Monster Ape and Guoguo were all incredibly powerful. Everywhere they went, the palaces and spiritual mountains were turned into ruins, leaving a trail of corpses.

They stepped into an area where there were dozens of spiritual mountains, getting closer and closer to the shrines of all the previous emperors.

Boom!

A cloud was formed above all the spiritual mountains.

Inscriptions emerged on the palace-guarding formation. They gathered and formed a trace of white light, dashing toward them.

Buddha sarira was a supreme saint ancient weapon, but Zhang Ruochen wasnt strong enough to fully utilize its real power.

It consumed too much saint Qi, so Zhang Ruochen only used it to intimidate his enemies instead of fighting them.

Le and White Li Princess wielded two traces of saint Qi pillars and infused them into the Buddha sarira. They combined their strength to mobilize more of the original power of the sarira, defending against the shock waves from the palace-guarding formation.

“Do you really think no one in Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion can fight you?”

An elder with silver hair flew out of the saint Qi ripples among the spiritual mountains.

He was wearing a rugged saint robe which was covered with mud. It seemed that he had just climbed out from underground. He was emanating horrific saint might, and he mobilized the saint Qi in his body, making a deafening sound.

“Prince Seven.”

“Prince Seven is still alive! Fantastic! Help us fight Zhang Ruochen and the dregs from the Sacred, Prince Seven!”

The royal members of Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion all groveled toward that elder.

“Those dregs from the Sacred dared enter Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion? Who gave them the courage?”

Two lanky elders also walked out of a crack from another spiritual mountain.

“Prince nineteen is also alive.”